Battling the First Stages of Cabin Fever

Winter has come. Snow fell throughout the weekend and by Sunday we had to get the sleigh out to get to church. Until the first snow of the season, life can be busy, making sure there is enough to survive the winter. But after the snow falls life slows down considerably. Most days the children won't be able to get to school, and I will not have any business. So for a couple months we spend all most all of our time in doors. We try to find different ways to pass the time. The children get ahead in their studies. We read the scriptures. Abigail and Elizabeth make scarves and hats to fend off the cold, while me and the boys whittle. The children have their games such as tiddlywinks and ball-in-a-cup, Abigail has her cooking, and I have my fiddle. Still, these can be trying times, especially for Isaac-Albert, who has a tendency to get even stranger during the winter months. This morning he had one of his odd fights. This time he started claiming he hadn't gotten enough to eat for breakfast, and then changed his mind saying he was full. Eventually he started hitting himself and yelling so we locked him in the pantry for a couple hours.
I have a feeling that with the ravings of Isaac-Albert paired with the anticipation of the trip, this winter will be a long and tedious one.